She went to the table under the end window at which she had
been accustomed to work, and found it swept and garnished with full bottles of
re-agents. She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether
he had anything further to say. I never had even a real doll," she added, as she snuggled the
flea-bitten head to her heart. Poor
girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the
allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and
Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of
their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds,
their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the
flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself
fighting against. ”
“Let us say that Café Maston, in the Boulevard des Italiennes, at half-past seven
then,” he decided.
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